Yes I am kind of making a reference here to The Black Dahlia aka Elizabeth Short. Before she met her horrendous fate, she used to wear pristine white dahlia's in her raven black hair (if you have a weak stomach and you do not know who Elizabeth is, I recommend you not Google her!) Ironically, these hair flowers were not the ones to which she owned her nickname; she got it from the movie 'The Blue Dahlia' (1946) with Veronica Lake. The people in town who gave her the nickname changed the color blue to black because of Elizabeth's penchant for black laced clothing. She would have been called a gothic in this time, probably! She dressed quite unusual for that time - the 1940s.
The case of Elizabeth Short is having me in its grip for years and years now, and I have read many books about her and the case. Not much is known about her and the best book I read about it, is a book called 'Severed: the true story of the Black Dahlia murder.' It also goes into Elizabeth's character, who she was and what she liked, the efforts she put into trying to becoming yet another Hollywood movie queen; sadly she never got that far.
A part of me desperately wants to know who her killer is but, just as is the case with Jack the Ripper ... a little mystery is always nice. But ofcourse Elizabeth deserves justice for once and for all!
A walk after some horrible house history
Today was a day with such nice weather, and so I asked Ben for a walk. We could really use that, to be honest, but I'll get back to that later.
The original early 1940s novelty dress I am wearing has never really introduced properly to you, and that while I have this cute dress for a little more than a year now - somehow I just never got to it. Although the dress is pretty, I do have a hate and love affair with it. It's hard to clean because of the rayon, which shrinks when it gets in touch with water. I have to hand wash it, and even that with much care, but that is not such a big deal because I do that with all my original vintage dresses. However, it has a nasty smell that is véry hard to get rid of. I have done everything within my reach to try and remove that smell. Luckily it's not the stench of old sweat from someone long gone, but it has the smell of a wet sponge. If anyone has a tip how to remove that, I'd be more than grateful!
Some horrible history of our house
Today Ben and I were playing a bit of Sherlock Holmes, as you do, and we came across an advertisement of a tailor shop in the 1930s - in the house we live in. We have always been desperate to know what our house was during the 1930s and 1940s. Our house obviously has some history attached to it ... 'cause hell ... it's from 1330! What we came to know shocked us. Like I said, the restaurant we live above was a tailor shop in the 1930s and 1940s, owned by Salomon Vomberg; a Jewish tailor. Are you getting ahead of me?
From that name on, we could further our investigation: he had 4 children (1 daughter and 3 sons) and a loving wife Johanna. When WWII arrived, Salomon and his family gave a false address but got arrested by the Germans in 1942 and were deported to Auschwitz (whilst typing this, the tears are running down my cheeks). No one survived: Salomon, his wife Johanna and their daughter Bertha were gassed in 1942 in Auschwitz. Their three sons (Nathan, Meier and Juda Louise) died in 1944 in mid-Europe - which most likely means that they died during a death march. The oldest kid was merely 17.
Lately we have been complaining a lot about our house, but knowing it has this tragic history attached to it surely shows our house in a different light and we approach it with much more respect now. These poor people have lived here and never got it back nor the tailor shop they have, I am sure, worked so hard for.
When we walk down the stairs now, we cannot help but think how this family got arrested and led down the stairs by the Germans to meet their utterly tragic demise and to never return ever again. The fear these poor people must have felt must have been immense.
Salomon and Johanna Vomberg
Johanna and her three sons.
Their four children